The Soothings
It appears wild and reserved, both primitive and soothing, inside theJungle like someone's idea of home, one that takes your total blood--a beautiful mansion sculpted from a mean slum.
Its practicality is made to look piratical on some coastal areas, housing corporate icons twisted for the money in others.
Its inhabitant, theTigress, the final entity of un-garbled, aperiodic resonances, doesn't care how lives are lived in other worlds or, how they differ from hers.
She still holds the primal instantiation of [resonances inquisitive off task="riot"], the primordial war between the genders.
Monopoly, it seems, has become the selector.
